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him grinning that crooked grin, a look of triumph all over his smug face.  A low groan rolls from my throat as the doors open and I can thankfully exit the space I’m sharing with this megalomaniac. I turn as the doors are closing and with my sweetest grin wish Rhys pleasant dreams. The doors close and my shoulders drop as I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding. His presence is maddening, oppressive and exhilarating. All at once I am glad to be away from him, and ache to be back in the elevator, alone with him. Olivia has him nailed, a distraction indeed.
    When I get back into my room I quickly change, wash my face and slip into bed. The elevator ride is playing on a continuous loop in my head. His smug grin, those full lips, I toss and turn trying to find comfort. Never has a man affected me so quickly, or deeply. The thought irritates me. I kick off the blankets and writhe in the warm Miami air. My skin is sticky and soft, and my internal temperature is off the charts. Rhys provokes a serious physical response that I cannot deny. I wish I could for the sake of all the women I assume he has victimized with his shrewd charm and massive ego. I close my eyes and try to focus on sleep, bringing happy thoughts of the upcoming days into the forefront of my mind, wanting to focus on anything but Rhys. I finally find comfort with my legs wrapped around a long silky pillow, the pressure and friction offering slight relief.  I am so exhausted I feel sleep take me.   

Chapter 3 
     
    Wrapping his hands around my ankles, he slowly pulls me towards the foot of the bed. I sit up to see him kneeling at my feet, his eyes full of carnal lust, his lips wet and swollen. His eyes are beseeching, begging for permission. I reach down and push the linen shirt off his broad shoulders, running my fingernails up the back of his neck through his coarse hair. He closes his eyes and releases a deep moan, leaning his head into my waiting hands. Urgency clouds his vision as our eyes meet and lock in an erotic knot. He reaches for the hem of my top and pulls it over my head, my breasts fall free and into his waiting hands. He strokes and squeezes my inflamed flesh, his finger and thumb twisting and pulling at my little pink nipples, making them pointed and hard. He leans in and takes one breast into his mouth, rolling my hard nub around with his long tongue. He nips at me with his teeth and looks to me for my reaction. He pulls my nipple between his teeth, never breaking eye contact, and then begins to knead and pull at my flesh with his other hand. Slowly he pushes me back onto the bed and sinks back to his knees, his hot breath tickling the inside of my already warm thigh. He pulls my ass to the end of the bed and dips his head between my splayed limbs, taking a deep breath of my scent. “Mm mm,” he hums and pulls my panties to the side revealing my swollen folds. He slowly blows on my sensitive skin and I writhe and shift my hips. “Don’t move,” he demands in a husky whisper. He stills me with his strong hands, wrapping one arm around my leg, resting my thigh on his shoulder, he strums my clit with his thumb and watches my face. His gaze is so intense, watching him take so much pleasure in touching me is surreal and I have to turn away. I close my eyes and let every movement wash over me.  
    He continues to strum my clit as he dips a finger between my eager lips. “Oh, you are so wet, Sophie.” My name drips off his tongue like syrup. He slips two fingers in and begins to pump, slowly building a rhythm while he presses on my clit with his thumb. The knots in my body tighten in response.  My hips sway of their own accord and I press against his hand, begging for more, raising my hips off the bed, lifting myself into his palm, wantonly waving my pussy in his face. I feel an orgasm building as he puts more pressure on that bundle of frantic nerves, he slowly pushes his middle finger between my folds and massages me, making